November 3rd excerpt:

“When you’re out, you should stop at the library,” Sam mulled, glancing at the books they had. “Nothing here is really going to do us any good. And pick up a paper at the store to see what’s going on in town now.”

Jacob nodded blankly. A part of him focused on how casually Sam listed off what they needed. Things like library and newspaper weren’t in Bowman’s vocabulary at all, but just like when he navigated the laptop with ease, Sam didn’t even have to think about it. He just knew what to do next. Jacob was glad to have him around, because he never would have found anything on his own.

“Can do,” he said appreciatively. Odd as the errands were, he could actually do them. Better than spinning his wheels on research he didn’t fully understand. “I’ll wash up and head out … ” his eyes strayed to the notebook he’d kept next to the laptop. “If there’s something specific I should look out for at the library, jot it down?”

November 2nd excerpt:

Sam scanned Jacob up and down, as much of the tall teenager as he could see from his seat on the table. “But really, we’ll need to get you a change of clothes. You can’t pull off a disguise looking like that.”

Jacob’s eyebrows shot up and he could feel his face heat up. He glanced down at himself, at the rumpled hoodie he wore over worn jeans. He’d dressed for a camping trip. He definitely hadn’t planned for someone four inches tall to appraise him. At most, Bowman would have a snarky comment about the zipper on the front, because zippers had fascinated the little sprite since they first met.

November 1st excerpt:

Jerking a thumb at the door, Sam grinned. “Besides, Dean showed me how to fake an ID. We can make up a brand new identity for you if we need to interview anyone.”

Jacob froze as the implication struck him. “Holy shit,” he muttered, once again grinning sheepishly. A fake ID. There was no way he could let his family know what he was doing out here. At least he’d had some practice keeping the sprites a secret.

October 31st excerpt:

“Sprites are pretty out there, as far as what we deal with. Interviews are a little more on the ordinary side of hunting,” Sam continued his explanation. “Sometimes, the monster we find isn’t the monster you expect. The werewolf next door. A haunted house is really haunted. Someone hiding a deep, dark family secret. The only way to get to the bottom of those isn’t to run in, guns blazing. You’ve gotta talk it out, slide past law enforcement and get rid of the monster before it strikes again. Police just ain’t equipped to handle a monster that only dies to silver bullets.”

After another moment of thought, Sam shrugged again. “Not that I ever do the interviews. That kinda thing is up to Dean.”

October 30th excerpt:

“Hey,” Jacob greeted, walking over to set the plate down well away from any of the books. There was some bacon and eggs, staples for a continental breakfast, as well as some toast. “They had some fruit, but it looked pretty miserable,” he noted sheepishly.

“Trust me, I’m the last person who’s gonna complain about that,” Sam commented as he stepped down from the book to look the plate over. “I’ve lived in motels over half my life. Warm food is more we could usually hope to find.”

He took a few steps towards the food, then paused, realizing he was treating things like he was with Dean again. “You mind?” Sam asked, gesturing at the food and flushing slightly. Couldn’t just take the food. He’d only known Jacob for a day now.

October 29th excerpt:

The realization of that mistake coiled around Jacob and his heart sank. He was supposed to be helping, and looking out for Sam. The little guy was trusting him to do that.

If Dean didn’t kick his ass for hot-wiring the Impala, he would for this.

“Shit,” he muttered under his breath.

October 26th excerpt:

“Alright,” Jacob muttered, shifting his focus entirely to the small sleeping person. He didn’t want to leave Sam lying in the book. He moved a hand tentatively towards Sam, ready to snatch it back if he startled the little guy awake.

It didn’t happen. Jacob had had practice picking up sleeping sprites before, and it showed now. Despite his hand being so much bigger, he was able to nudge it under Sam while hardly disturbing his curled-up position. His fingers curled protectively over the tiny weight. When he stood, his hand remained steady thanks to the times he’d carried young nestlings home at their insistence on a ride on his hand.

October 25th excerpt:

Jacob didn’t notice right away that Sam had nodded off, gone to chase dreams in the pages of the book. After being scolded once for glancing over too much, he made a point to leave Sam be. He only thought to look over when he found a site that might be of interest, but that required a paid subscription to access. He was ready to ask Sam’s opinion on it when he stopped.

For a moment, he thought Sam wasn’t there. Then, tentatively, wary of more scolding, Jacob reached over to lift up the page that had fallen over a small shape.

A bemused smile ghosted across his face at what he found. Curled up in the middle of a book several times his weight, was Sam. His tiny face rested against the curve of the pages like it was a huge cushion. He looked exhausted.

October 21st excerpt:

Jacob didn’t make a lot of conversation while he was eating, not when the only other people around were so little. The sprites didn’t like to think of it, so he was well conditioned. In the end, he was back on the laptop after retrieving one of the old books for Sam. More than once, Jacob’s focus drifted off the latest web page to peek at the way Sam had to go to so much effort just to turn a page.

Each time, Sam would stiffen, the microscopic hairs on the back of his neck raising at the feeling. At first, he tried to hide the reaction, staying hunched over the book until he had to shuffle to the next page, sometimes turning it while remaining on the book, occasionally stepping off to push it over.

This time when Jacob looked, Sam was already looking back, sensing the glance coming and sending an annoyed, bitchy glare. “Something on my face?” Sam asked grumpily, the long hours of research showing in the lines etched around his eyes.

Jacob, all of six feet and five inches, flinched as that glare leveled on him.

October 20th excerpt:

Glancing over his shoulder at the laptop, Sam sighed. “I’m afraid I won’t be much good on the laptop right now. I’ve gotta get washed up.” He dug out his hook. He could feel the dirt still in his hair after the earlier attack. As Dean would say, they were no good to anyone exhausted and strung out. “Did you have any other questions before I go?”

Dude, I got a million questions.

“Nah,” Jacob replied, offering one more apologetic smile. “You do whatcha need.” It didn’t do any good wondering if the awkwardness would ever wear off. Sam was used to Dean, and Jacob simply wasn’t him. They’d just have to play it by ear.